Page 2 of Best Friends

“Really?” Heat floods my cheeks, but my dick gets even harder. The thought of him taking my cock in his mouth has my knees ready to buckle. What the fuck is wrong with me? Shouldn’t I be pushing him away and telling him to back off?

“Yeah, I really want to try it.” He laughs gruffly.

“That’s… surprising,” I say unsteadily.

He winces. “I know. I get it. This is kind of out of the blue. But I’m curious for some reason.”

“I didn’t think that was something you’d want.” I’m being very tactful. What I’m really thinking is never in a million years did I think he’d let my dick anywhere near his mouth.

He slowly runs his hand up over my bulging crotch. There’s a little smirk on his full lips. “I don’t think I’m the only one who’s turned on right?”

I shiver at his touch. “No, you’re not. I don’t know why, but I’m definitely turned on.

” I shut my eyes groan because his big squeezing hand on my crotch feels good.

He isn’t tentative like some girls are, maybe because he owns the equipment already.

“I’m just nervous. I’ve never done that with a dude. I’ve never done anything with a dude.”

“Yeah. I know,” he says. “Me neither. But I’ve been thinking about it lately.”

“Really?” I bite my bottom lip. “Still, I’m not sure, man. Your mouth on my dick? That’s fucking nuts.”

“Is it though?” His eyes narrow and his touch changes slightly. He begins massaging me with a little more finesse, and I grab his biceps, moaning. “I know you like me touching you,” he whispers. “Your dick is hard as steel. You don’t have to pretend with me, C. No judgement here.”

I shudder, leaning into his touch. His fingers slide up the outline of my cock. “God, fuck, Malcolm,” I mumble, leaning my head on his chest. “What are you doing to me?”

“Let me take care of you. We both need this, C.” His breath is hot against my ear. “I really need to get off and you do too. But I don’t want to just jerk off, and I don’t want to have to get engaged to one of those girls down in the bar to get off.”

I groan when he squeezes my dick harder. “You sure about this, Malcolm?”

“What’s the big deal?” His tone is coaxing. “We’ve both had random chicks give us BJ’s, right? This will be just like that.”

“Yeah, only you’re my best friend. And you’re a dude.” I pull back and meet his gaze. I’m sure he can see how worried I am. “I don’t want it to get weird between us.”

“Never. We’re best friends for life, C.”

“God, I don’t know.”

“Come on. My balls are gonna explode.” He grins.

That makes me laugh. “Shit. I just came to this convention to buy some new fishing lures. Not to turn gay.”

He punches my shoulder. “We’re not gay .”

“Nah. We’re just two friends who want to suck each other’s dicks.” I snort. “That sounds fucking gay to me.”

“Never mind. If you’re gonna be all freaked out forget about the whole thing.” He crosses his arms and sighs. “I thought you’d be on board because you seemed as horny as me. But I don’t want to have to force you.”

He sounds disappointed and that bugs me. I hate letting him down in any way. The very idea of that has my stomach churning. “My only real concern is that I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.”

“I don’t want that either.” He meets my gaze, and his softens. “It won’t fuck anything up, C. You’re my favorite person in the world. That’s never gonna change.”

“Promise?”

His smile is sweet and he moves up close to me again. “Of course.” His warm gaze is sincere. “You can’t get rid of me, dude.”

My chest tightens with affection. “God. This is nuts.”

“I know.” He slides his hands around to my back, his fingers resting lightly just above my ass. “But it will help get rid of blue balls. I’m in pain. You must be too.”

“We could just jerk off together.”

“We could, yeah.” He sounds disappointed. “I guess I was hoping for some human contact. Just jerking off in front of you feels so pathetic. Usually it would be fine, but tonight, I’d love to touch and be touched.”

I get what he’s saying. I too miss the touch of another person.

And while it’s weird to think Malcolm wants me to touch him sexually, and for him to touch me the same way, I can also admit it’s kind of exciting.

He trusts me and that makes me happy. I can’t picture him suggesting anything this intimate with any of his other guy friends.

That must mean I really am special to him.

I meet his gaze again and he smiles. “So what do you say?” he asks, slipping his hands lower and squeezing my ass. “Are we gonna do this, or what?”

Swallowing nervously, I nod. “I…I guess.” I’m excited and terrified all at the same time. “My room or yours?”

“Mine is cleaner.”

He’s not wrong. Malcolm is a neat freak while I—well—I’m not. “Okay.”

“Yeah? Thank God.” He slumps with obvious relief.

I can’t help smiling because he sounds so happy and relieved.

“We’re just experimenting, right? People do that.” I laugh nervously.

“Exactly.” He turns to me and captures my lips again and I don’t have another rational thought until the door dings, signaling our arrival at our floor. We stumble out of the elevator and down the hall, laughing. He has his hand possessively on my lower back, and my heart is thumping like a drum.

The plush carpet muffles our unsteady footsteps.

He slides his key card into the lock with a soft beep and an electronic click, and we’re in his room.

Sure enough, his room is spotless, and it smells like his cologne.

The blackout curtains are drawn tight, blocking out the city lights twelve floors below, and a single bedside lamp casts everything in warm amber.

He strips first, and my stomach rolls with excitement mixed with nerves.

He has a beautiful body—defined six-pack and bulging biceps.

I’ve noticed that many times in the shower at the gym.

But it never occurred to me I might want to touch his body until today.

I start to pull my shirt off over my head, and it gets stuck halfway.

“Shit,” I mutter, the words muffled by the cotton material. “I’m stuck.”

Malcolm’s familiar, husky chuckle finds my ears. “Let me help.” He unbuttons the shirt and pulls it off, leaving me bare-chested. The cool air conditioning raises goosebumps across my skin. I cross my arms, feeling self-conscious because his gaze is intense.

I’ve undressed in front of him plenty, but today it’s different. His nostrils flare at the sight of my pecs and he tentatively touches one of my nipples. His fingertips are slightly rough, and the nub beads as he strokes and caresses me with his fingers. I give a soft groan as arousal spikes in me.

He grabs my belt and pulls me in for another wet, hot, tongue-filled kiss. When he lifts his head, he’s breathing heavily. “This is just cuz we need to get off,” he insists. “It’s no biggie. We’re just using each other’s bodies.”

I feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as me, but I simply nod, my head fuzzy with need. “Yeah.”

With a salacious smile he undoes my pants and pushes me back on the bed. The hotel comforter is soft beneath me, cool against my heated skin. Then he tugs my jeans off of me, leaving me in just my white briefs. He peels off his black underwear and climbs on the bed, covering my body with his.

His coarse skin and the prickle of his leg hairs are different from the silky flesh of a woman.

His body radiates heat like a furnace. It’s so weird having him on top of me—weird in a good way.

He’s heavy, and he handles me roughly. I’m oddly turned on by how he tries to control my body with his big hands.

I have an overwhelming desire to submit completely to him.

I’m not sure where that needy impulse comes from. Maybe just cuz he’s an alpha?

“I’m not going to be able to do much with my underwear on,” I whisper.

“Oh, yeah.” He rolls off of me and I ditch the offending cotton barrier. The cool air hits my exposed dick, and I sigh as Malcolm closes his fingers around me. My cock aches to be touched, and he obliges, squeezing and swiping his thumb over the seeping head.

“This is a nice handful,” he mutters, squeezing my cock soundly.

“Thank you?” I laugh.

He narrows his eyes, squeezing me harder, and I writhe on the bed.

I grit my teeth, trying not to make too much noise.

Through the thin hotel walls, I can hear the muffled sound of a television from the next room, and the distant hum of traffic far below.

I don’t want the person in the next room to know what is happening in here.

I watch him, taking in the lock of dark hair that falls over his forehead, and the little line between his brows. I love his face. It’s so familiar to me. I reach out and trace my finger down his angular jaw, and he smiles at me. The smile is so unguarded and sweet, my chest aches painfully.

All of a sudden I’m worried again. What are we doing? We’re playing with fire right now. I have a horrible feeling that this moment will fuck up our friendship. We’ve been close all our lives, and the idea that this sexual shit will screw that up has me breaking out in a cold sweat.

“Hey, Malc,” I whisper. “This changes nothing, right?”

He looks up and his light gaze softens. “Nah. I told you, you’re my best bud. Always will be.”

“Okay. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” He grins and then lowers his head, taking the tip of my cock into the warm cave of his mouth.

I arch my back and gasp, “Shit.”

“Mmmm,” he says, sucking harder.

“Oh, God.” My fingers curl in his silky hair as he sucks me deep into his throat.

Pleasure shoots through my body, tingling along my spine.

Holy crap, how gay is that? I’ve never tingled in my life.

But Malcolm’s tight lips on my dick have my entire body jangling like the tooth fairy is banging her wand on my head.